Miss A. Oh, you dear, abused darling! What a naughty wicked wretch of a man he must have been to treat my poor doggy woggy so shamefully!
Pete. (aside) Horrid man, but dear doggy woggy!
Helen. The horrid wretch at first refused to let me have him, but a policeman soon brought him to terms.
Pete. (aside) I hope dat police will break his neck! (occasionally shakes and looks at his fingers)
Helen. He followed me into the house and insisted upon having either the dog or the money he paid for him.
Pete. (aside, grinning) He needn't tackle dis child fo' de money, fer he done spent it.
Miss A. (angrily) Pete, this is some of your work, and I'll see that you are justly punished for it.
Pete. Miss 'Melia, I 'clar 'fore all de world, I nebber harmed a hair ob dat dog. I 'spects Neff Jones done sold him, fo' I seed him only day arter yesterday pintin' to him an' talkin' to some ob de boys. (scuffle heard off L. 2 E., and door pushed violently open)
Enter Pedro, L. 2 E., followed by Mrs. Thornton.
Pedro. (enraged) I'll have ze dog or ze money! (Miss A., Helen and Daisy scream and retreat up R., and form a column; Miss A. back, with Fido in her arms, Helen next and Daisy front. Pete looks scared and slowly edges toward R. 1 E.)